Deng Julan is seventy-three years old. On the difficult road of life in the first half of my life. Having suffered from the grief of eating chaffy vegetables during the famine years, they were hungry to build weirs, ponds, and farmland, and they had to tighten their belts and pay public grain. After the reform and opening up, faced with the pain of losing her son, her husband, and her daughter-in-law remarrying, a cruel and ruthless trick of fate made her...
